| okay okay, so i'm finally updating...
JEEEEEEZ where to start...
so i went to bali...with JW, James and our girl Vivian...okay james thinks she's his girl, but whatever...it was pretty sweet, surfed for the first time, got sunburnt like i've never been sunburnt before...drank more beer than any other form of liquid the entire trip...enjoyed a nice hotel with shit service (Bali Hilton, but no Paris...)...but they did have wicked breakfasts...and got to the next level in my relationship with jwong, not only sharing a sweet hotel room with a sexy little balconey, but rubbing that cool, refreshing aloe on eachother's backs to help our extremely painful burns... Tender moments, i tell ya.
HOWEVER, the best part of the trip had nothing to do with the beautiful sunsets on the beach, extraordinary sunrises from the top of a simmering volcano, hikes up a huge ass mountain (it was actually really great), or even james' lesbian girlfriend hitting on 18 yo indonesian chicks. The best (and i guess worse...) part of the trip came....as we were leaving. Here's the story:
We left bali on a flight to transfer at jakarta, from which we would head into hong kong. 1 hr after boarding our connecting flight to hong kong we were...still at the airport. hadn't even pulled out. As everyone on the plane started getting more and more restless, the attendants retreated further and further back into the back of the cabin...not giving us any explanation to why we still hadn't left - the only comment the captain made, after this entire time, was that we were experiencing "technical difficulties" and would be flying soon. Instead, he came back on and told everyone to get off the plane so they could fix the engine. Promised a free lunch and told to come back in two hours, we took all our carryons and exited the plane.
Lunch was crap.
Two hours later we get back to the gate to find a million people clustered around one very nervous looking flight official. Apparently, we were not going to fly that day as the plane "could not be fixed at this time", and we would be provided accomodations for the evening. Tomorrow morning, we would all fly out together at the original time. Problem - jwong had to catch a flight to shanghai EARLY next morning, from HONG KONG.
The next hour was absolute chaos.
Jwong, with a hundred other people, were positioned at customer service trying to get some sort of answer/plan to fly back to hk that night through other countries. James and viv, fed up with how little the airline was helping and how many answers they DIDN'T have, went counter to counter, looking for flights on their own - apparently, the airline had stalled long enough that all the flights from other airlines out of jakarta to hong kong had pretty much left already (probalby so they could keep us on their airline without having to reimburse anyone for other flights to hong kong). And i was asking other clueless officials what would happen with the hotel if people wanted to get there later on - you see they decided to send the bus off to the hotel, WHILE HALF THE PLANE WAS STILL AT THE AIRPORT TRYING TO FIGURE OUT IF THEY COULD GO HOME. Dumbasses. Anyways.
Somehow, viv and james got us all on a flight to hong kong on cathay pacific, paid for by the original airline. However, they called us and needed us at the check-in STAT, and the counter....yep, at the other end of the airport. The race was on. carrying jwong's bags and my own cuz jay still had to collect his passport from the retards at customs, i grabbed a cart from a cart-collecting dude and booked it through the airport. jwong luckily got his passport quickly and was right on my heels. We probably ran a good 200-300 meters. At the check-in, we got confirmed for the flight and they told us here is your gate, go that way - ps, you have 20 minutes before the gate closes. RUN!
We ran.
Luckily people saw us in a rush and radioed ahead to the plane to wait for us..and actually, we weren't even the last ones on. A few other people who were stranded with us made it on the fllight too, good for them. And good for viv, i must say. Don't know what she did, but we owe that flight to her.
SOOOOOO...now that we were allllll stressed out and tired as hell...me and jwong decide to chill, chat and watch a movie. Separated from james and viv, we decide to go pay them a visit...and find them in their seats in a drunken stupor. They had been drinking like fish - 4 glasses of wine before we had even said hi to them. 4 glasses EACH. As soon as we got there, he DINGed the stewardess...and the party began. Chugging wine while standing in the aisle of a plane full of people glaring at you...is fun. We chugged (seriously, chugged) 4 more glasses of wine in about 5 minutes. Pretty much as fast as the stewardesses could bring it, we were drinking it. We were drunk in ten minutes.
Now we're loud and obnoxious and as we like to say, "THOSE people". you know, the rowdy, unruly, drunk passengers that no one likes. Yep. And proud of it. Needless to say, they stopped serving us (well, james) so what did james do? he went to the back of the plane HIMSELF, to get the damn liquor. His reason for all the alchohol? I go back there on jwong's suggestion to "bail him out" and i find him telling the attendants that jwong and i have decided to get married and we were trying to celebrate. no joke.
Well we could only squeeze 4 more beers out of them so we took them and went back to mine and j's seats - and the party continued. Viv was back at her seat passed out, literally.
At one point, jwong couldn't feel his hands and james sat there flicking them. i am not exaggerating at all. Finally james pretty much crawls back to his seat, and i'm left with 4 beers (haven't be touched) and we were descending. So, always careful not to be wasteful, i chug 3 of them before we land...and finally give the last to the attendant telling her "i can't drink anymore". Her response? a haughty little "you guys drank WAY too much". Yeah, yeah lady, just throw the trash out, k?
Plane has landed, everyone is off the plane...except for the four of us and a crew of not-so-impressed flight attendants. Waiting for...Viv. This is where the story gets REALLY interesting. Viv apparently has vomited. No no... she didn't make it to the bathroom.
She vomited on the wall under the window, her seat and the floor under the seat in front of her. Oh, james, her protector and savior? He vomited on his hand and wiped it on his seat. Classy AND funny, at the same time!!!! We pretty much tried to run out of the plane (because the stewardesses didn't know they vomited yet) HOWEVER...at the suggestion of a stewardess, jwong decided that viv should accept the airline's generous offer of...a wheelchair. A WHEELCHAIR. And you know what? She tried to say she didn't neeeeed one. now THAT'S funny.
Pictures are worth a thousand words. Here is the rest of the story, from exiting the plane to heading home in the taxi.
....g'nite.
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